The Sun God’s Descent

From a midnight sky, the sun god falls,
purple – faced, arms wide, answering no calls.
Golden rays like fingers reach and sprawl,
a cosmic being – sovereign of it all.
Spirals spin where a heart should be,
eyes bloom like flowers, wild and free.
ZUS carved in thread like ancient law,
a language older than what words saw.
Below – a river of faces drift and drown,
purple and teal wear the cosmos as a crown.
Orange pods glow like embers in the deep,
secrets the woven world was sworn to keep.
At the bottom, striped like war and song,
the earth holds everything – right and wrong.
And in the corner, small but bold – a name,
TVULZ – the hand that set this world aflame.

Object number

092.0993